Teens In Trouble- Liam o'Donovan Love Story

Chapter 1

" Oh Maddie, can you please hurry up and stop sulking behind me!" Tracy, my exceptionally strange, and frustrating careworker sighed, speeding round the corner of a street in some sort of old lady skip.

" Why? It's not like i'm being harrassed by a middle aged woman is it? But oh yeah, i am!" Smirking, i popped a lollypop into my mouth, pulling my case behind me. September was always so miserable and dull. Clouds were gathering in the skye above us, and i was sure we were about to get caught up in the mother of all storms. Yet Tracy had still insisted that we walked from Burneywood, my previous carehome, to Elm Tree, purely because it was 'a beutiful day' She swayed her hips in her long, purple skirt which clashed awfully with her luminous green blouse! And to top it all off, she was wearing bright red lipstick.

" Oh come on! It looks like rain!" She stared up at the criystle white skye and sighed. " Why did you get me to walkwhen we could have driven here!"

" BU-" However i was cut off, mid scentence, by Tracy yet again yelling at me too hurry up. My blood boiled around that woman. Constantly correcting me, and telling me whats best for me. As if she would ever knows whats normal. She lives in lala land half the day, and 'i'mgoingtohaveagoatyou' land the rest.

My face was pale, and cold as ice, my hands turning blue as rain trickled down above us. Freezing droplets of pure ice trickled down the back of my hoodie, making me shiver as they contracted with the fine hairs on my skin. Although there was one good thing about waking, you didn't have to suffer Tracy's ancient cd's blaring away for the ten minutes of bordom, her voice crackeling as she reached the high notes of the song. Eh, why did she have to move me from Burneywood? I know it was hell but, it's got to be better than going through another move.

" OH MY GOSH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME!" My gaze was interuppted by Tracy jumping up and down, flappng about like a bird. Her stress was clear as she began to bolt down the street like we were an hour late or somthing. What she didn't realise was, i was walking at the same speed as her running. Only difference was, she was out of breath, and we were only in the cntre of town.

Our awkward walk dragged out another twnety minutes of pure hell. As we finally arrived at the door of Elm Tree House, it was already beggining to get dark, as my stomache started to shake with my hunger. Instead of heading out at say the morning, Tracy had made me sit in Burneywood's office alongside Dennis ( My other careworker of hell ) for half an hour as she sorted through some paperwork which would probably never be read again.

Tracy grinned, holding her chin in the air and kncoking hard on the tall, red door. A lump formed in my throat immediently. Was it another place like Burneyhell? Or worse? Footsteps appeared beyond the door and suddenly, a mop of black hair appeared around the sides.

" Can i help you?" The woman asked, squinting at the rain drops which pattered down onto the ground. My hair was soggy and dripping all over the place, along with my black leggings which were so wet, they were almost see through.

" Oh hello there, how wonderfull to see you!" Tracy shuved the door open almost knocking the poor woman over, and sqeezing her tight into a hug. Hadn;t they only just,met?

The woman finally set herself free from the awkward hug, and stared at her weirdly." Errrmmm, who are you?"

" I'm Tracy Lowcock, the new girls Social worker, this is Maddie." Tracy introduced me too the woman who i had abseloutly no idea was, yet Tracy was hugging her like she was a long lost relative! Yet as i tried to talk, i giggled at the sound of Tracy's last name. Lowcock. What a stupid name!

" Oh, ofcoourse, hi Maddie, i'm Tracy, one of the careowrkers here at Elm Tree House." All of a sudden everything felt confusing. Two Tracy's, a place i had never seen before and i was being pissed on. " You better come on in!"

Walking into the warmth, i stared all over the walls. Bright red walls with pictures and photos decorating ever shelf, along with ornamants and trophies. It felt homely enough, but why was there only one careworker, and no kids?

" I'll just go and get Mike, he's in the kitchn having dinner with all the kids."

Dinner. Exactly what i was desperate too have, especially as Burneywood hadn;t bothered to feed us for the past two nights! Dennis told us it was to sae on money, when actually it was because he was buying ciggerettes, constantly leaving us on our own to fight. Delicious smells wafted there way over to me, calling my name.

" Doesn't it seem so nice!" Sarcastically smile, i muttered a sorrowed "yes" taking my earphones out so i could hear the other children from the kitchen. There was shouting and, yup! sighting, which i hated, but i guess if i was going to survive another carehome, i'de have to get used to the fighting. So unless i acted tough, i was never going to do so, again.

" Hello Maddie! I'm Mike, head careoworker and this is Gina." Mike wandered in, shaking hands with me and Tracy ( my careworker ) let's call my social worker Stuid Tracy and the Tracy here just, eh? Tracy. Yup, perfect.

" So sorry that we wern't here just, we were just sorting dinner out for the kids. If you would like to go and join them, your welcome too whilst me and your social worker sort through the paperwork?"

" Actually, i think we should sort through Maddie's report first, then she can bond with the others." Stupid Tracy responded. I raised my eyebrows, and dumped my suitcase down on the ground, following the rest of them adulty people into their office, small and cramped as it was.

I was bunched up on a sofa, sqished against my social worker as she refused to move up any furthur. The purfume she worse reeked of grannyish lavender, and it just topped the est of her fashion accesories off. e.g a sting of fake pearls around her neck, giant pink cat earings, and a primark paper bag which she clunched, assuming it was her handbag. God knows how it hadn't ripped in that rain.

" It says here you do have soe relatives still alive. Your uncle and older brother?" Mike questioned, reading my history file.

" Yup, um my Brothers eighteen and got sent down for doing drugs and umm... my uncle..." But i paused. What happened to my uncle was never revealed in court. He was an evil scum bag towards me, took me in when i was six after my parents died, and did some awfully awful things. He was pure scum. A bastard at that. He wasn't in prison for what he did to me, he was in prison for the murder of my dear parents. Never did i feel upet when i spoke about him, just angered.

" And your school records... oh." Mike began and just looked at me in shock. I fell behind at school a little bit. I've never actually scored anything higher than a B, ever. Despite being in year eleven.

" Well, if there are any problems don;t hesitate to let me, Gin or Tracy know. We're all here for you Maddie, bt it's down to you who you choose to be. Now, i'm sure Tracy wll show you too your room."

And with that, i fled out th room, allowing Tracy to take my heavy suitcase and march up the stairs. She was a young woman, roughly in her twenties with long black hair which swung around her shoulders. She smiled alot, and never really seemed to stop.

" Goodness, what have you got in here, the kitchen sink?" She smiled.

" Eh, a few bricks from Burneywood!" We gggled a little bit, as she swung the door to a room open wide. Inside was a fairly empty room, apart from a wardrobe, chest of draws a bet andbedside table. You would imagine that it would fill it, but actually the room was a full sized bedroom with dark red painted walls.

" It used o belong to a manchester united crazy boy, but he got fostered months ago. Infact, his best mates downstairs, still hasn;treally got overhim leaving." Tracy explained, sorting out the sheets on my new bed. " I;m more an albion fan."

Albion was my dads life. I had been to my first game when i was two, and we used to go nearly every month, much to my mums bitter disappointment. I ma have only been six,but i could name all the albion players, and still could then. They were good parents. Moving always brings thosememorys back.

" I'll leave you too unpack, unless you need a hand?"

" Nope, it's ok. Thanks."